the past is set in stone.

some hold it as a trophy; others hide it as a shameful reminder.

some made small, forgivable errors; others committed huge, irreparable mistakes.

but judge not the latter on simple deeds alone.

for folly is only folly if it is ignorantly denied.

no new room.

but new sheets, at least.

i once knew a man.

understood his dreams, his fears, his heart, his core.

but he entered himself in a race.

a race he decided to run on his own strength.

his perspective changed, standing now on the other bank.

still the same beautiful soul, just in a different place.

separated, i can only love him from afar.

the first day of 2012.

blessed new year, everyone.